You posting this at 11:11 is like "Oh we in divine timing today" celebrating smalm wins, wins in general is good for the soul, if you make something celebrate, if you showered celebrate, if you woke up breathing today and have a chance to make different, celebrate, that is why I be pulling myself out because I feel like everything that has happened has just made me live life harder and much more, and I know I am meant to be here, if I was not I would have been gone long ago, I would not have been my current age of 26 and be looking forward to another and many more birthdays. Progress could be you saw how cute you were today or how sweet you were to yourself, or somebody recognizing "You always help me you are so precious and you make my day wonderful" cause sometimes that confirmation and affirmation comes from a source used to give it to you. Lemme cut this comment short I'll do a whole book but basically this resonated on some level lol
This realization hit me like a breath I didn't know I was holding. There's something deeply personal, not for show, but intimate, about acknowledging the small victories when it feels like your body is battling against gravity. That phrase, “You’re always arriving late to yourself”? Wow. That’s not just poetry; it’s the raw truth of real-life exhaustion.
I understand what it means to narrate your own effort just to be noticed by yourself. To gauge your day by how much water you drink and the lack of shame. To tackle "simple" tasks that require a full-blown internal dialogue, only to still feel unseen.
But here's what I want you to know: that quiet acknowledgment is more than just progress. It’s precision and presence; it’s evidence that you’re still connected with yourself, even when things feel out of sync.
You weren't oversharing; you were providing refuge.
You posting this at 11:11 is like "Oh we in divine timing today" celebrating smalm wins, wins in general is good for the soul, if you make something celebrate, if you showered celebrate, if you woke up breathing today and have a chance to make different, celebrate, that is why I be pulling myself out because I feel like everything that has happened has just made me live life harder and much more, and I know I am meant to be here, if I was not I would have been gone long ago, I would not have been my current age of 26 and be looking forward to another and many more birthdays. Progress could be you saw how cute you were today or how sweet you were to yourself, or somebody recognizing "You always help me you are so precious and you make my day wonderful" cause sometimes that confirmation and affirmation comes from a source used to give it to you. Lemme cut this comment short I'll do a whole book but basically this resonated on some level lol
Dis me! Thanks so much. Hugs sis!
*hugs* 🫶🏾
This realization hit me like a breath I didn't know I was holding. There's something deeply personal, not for show, but intimate, about acknowledging the small victories when it feels like your body is battling against gravity. That phrase, “You’re always arriving late to yourself”? Wow. That’s not just poetry; it’s the raw truth of real-life exhaustion.
I understand what it means to narrate your own effort just to be noticed by yourself. To gauge your day by how much water you drink and the lack of shame. To tackle "simple" tasks that require a full-blown internal dialogue, only to still feel unseen.
But here's what I want you to know: that quiet acknowledgment is more than just progress. It’s precision and presence; it’s evidence that you’re still connected with yourself, even when things feel out of sync.
You weren't oversharing; you were providing refuge.
Thank you…